Love Binds, And It Binds Forever. Good

An Entire Life Spent Reading Would Have Fulfilled My Every Desire; I Already Knew That At The Age Of Seven. The Texture Of The World Is Painful, Inadequate; Unalterable, Or So It Seems To Me. Really, I Believe That An Entire Life Spent Reading Would Have Suited Me Best. Such A Life Has Not Been Granted Me.

The Triumph Of Vegetation Is Total.

This Progressive Effacement Of Human Relationships Is Not Without Certain Problems For The Novel. How, In Point Of Fact, Would One Handle The Narration Of Those Unbridled Passions, Stretching Over Many Years, And At Times Making Their Effect Felt On Several Generations? We’re A Long Way From Wuthering Heights, To Say The Least. The Novel Form Is Not Conceived For Depicting Indifference Or Nothingness; A Flatter, More Terse, And Dreary Discourse Would Need To Be Invented.

I Admit That Invective Is One Of My Pleasures. This Only Brings Me Problems In Life, But That's It. I Attack, I Insult. I Have A Gift For That, For Insults, For Provocation. So I Am Tempted To Use It.

Islam Is A Dangerous Religion.